My beloved gramps gave me his 1954 Belgium made "Sweet Sixteen" A-5 when he passed a few years back. I've never killed anything with it, but always wanted to. I was out of work by 2:30 and hunting by 4 tonight. I wasn't half way to where I though birds would be, I stopped and let out a few soft yelps on my genuine "Buffalogobbler" custom agate pot call. He piped right up about 200 yards away, unseen. My gun has a Mod. choke and I couldn't find anything heavier in a 16 ga. than Winchester #6 high brass rounds. I knew he would have to be under 20 for me to take him out in a hurry. I set up one hen decoy very close by and leaned back against a group of small trees, then started soft calling, he just kept replying. I look over and see my decoy laying down, that cant happen, behind me is plowed field and they aren't that stupid all the time. So I belly crawl back out and set the decoy back up and crawl back to my hide. We kept a steady conversation going for an hour. Finally I got an eye on what kept him gated, two hens. So I changed to a raspy old hen slate I have and talked them into checking me out. Eventually they went just beyond my left shoulder and behind me and he was right in front of me at 20 yards strutting. I let him get as close as I dared. When I pulled the trigger he folded up like a map.
Thanks to Kevin for the SWEET agate call. Its tone is so mellow, smooooth and sexy he couldn't shut up tonight buddy!
